Shen: King of Digimon
Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Bennett
Looking at the violet noodles he made...it appeared unappetizing. For some reason, it bubbled an unsettling way despite a lack of water, had a sort of purple miasma about it, the bones inside of it not helping the appetizing look. It had the resting smell of burnt rubber, dish looked inedible, if one could call it a dish.
Bennett was none the wiser however, looking over to to the Taiyaki that was made by Akira. It was rare for him to have food prepared by others, so storing his dish for later in a small bowl in his backpack, he jumped at the opportunity to treat himself.
"Oh! Thank you!"
Quickly taking his portion up, he took a bite, savoring the flavor. Having eaten nothing but eggs and the occasional fruit he found on the side of the road, he was taking in the flavor. His eyes were closed in bliss as he held his cheek with his open hand.
"Man, this is great! Are you a professional cook??"
Looking at the violet noodles he made...it appeared unappetizing. For some reason, it bubbled an unsettling way despite a lack of water, had a sort of purple miasma about it, the bones inside of it not helping the appetizing look. It had the resting smell of burnt rubber, dish looked inedible, if one could call it a dish.
Bennett was none the wiser however, looking over to to the Taiyaki that was made by Akira. It was rare for him to have food prepared by others, so storing his dish for later in a small bowl in his backpack, he jumped at the opportunity to treat himself.
"Oh! Thank you!"
Quickly taking his portion up, he took a bite, savoring the flavor. Having eaten nothing but eggs and the occasional fruit he found on the side of the road, he was taking in the flavor. His eyes were closed in bliss as he held his cheek with his open hand.
"Man, this is great! Are you a professional cook??"